Sengo Muramasa: Ah, My friend, come sit and ... what? That blade, Nay, nay I have no complaints, not once has it failed me. No, I accept it’s curse, with this strength of mine, I will gladly accept 100 more curses if it would mean I find myself upon the battlefield at long last.
Takauji Ashikaga: O founder, I ask of thee this boon, if you would, please release from me my duty, that I may walk your path even if but for a moment. For I know it is not my place, yet my heart yearns for the battlefield, my life pines for being burned by the flames of conflict.
EMIYA (archer): Hahahahaha, what is this jester? A clown draped in rugs, flailing about with the swords of greater men and women? A petty insult, a hollow imitation of greater warriors? Fool, there is no place for remorse, you fought and you won, it matters not if your cause held worth or not, it alone remained strong enough to carry you here. You have no choice, as the victor, you must carry on. Now go, answer your calls squire, your master bids you to more bloodshed, drink long and deep of it, and discard any of this foolishness. The only path you have left is forward, now for the sake of those you slayed, you must keep walking. Anything less is an insult to those who blades images you bear, an insult to the ideals you inherited, an insult to the men and women you have killed.
Iskander: Hmm, now this one, I see the marks of a warlord, yet where is the dignity? What is a lord without his kingdom? Are you naught but a fool, who would farm, yet store nothing for the winter? Such foolishness, the duty of the victor is that he leads that which he has taken and carve their name and will into history. Yet what would you rule, a series of territories you ruled in name only? What worth would your empire have, that which crumbled in the hands of children who bickered as the kingdom’s walls fell. Such madness, your empire crumbled with nary a speck of history to call it own, not a single day of its era lasted beyond the fumes of your life. And what of your comrades? Those who joined you not for good policy or to make a kingdom, but merely out of respect of your power. Where were they when your kingdom fell? (sips) Such idiocy masquerading as brilliance, now get out of my sight.
Most Magi: I see, those who would praise cowardice as bravery, those who would praise stagnation instead of accomplishment. What manner of elixir have you grown drunk upon to hold this delusion fools? What are you, mere passing flowers in the wind, a final withered breath from an old man. Yet you would have the gall to declare yourselves greater than the whole tree of which you grew from. What proof do you have of your power, the labors of 100 men which you did nothing to earn, which you merley sat and let be inherited upon yourself. Weep fools, for I bid you no welcome, may the passage of time, the advancement of science pave over your derelict kingdom, and may you unworthy rats starve as you cannibalize each other with politics and false promises in your desperate effort postpone your ruin.
Oda Nobunaga: I see. Then your words, that one day, I see they weren’t hollow. Hah, come let us drink, I can tell you have had a long battle, and can tell of many tales.
Kenshin: Ah Kenshin, your skill remains unchanging as always. Come let us cross swords my friend, hold nothing back, for I show no mercy. Let your balde speak of your tales and beliefs.
Cú Chulainn: (drinks) Hah, Now this one, I see it, he knows of the fight, of it’s scent, of it’s allure. Come drink my friend and let us drown in the memories of bloody conflict.
Achilles/Seigfried: Strange, I see the marks of a warrior upon this one, and yet what? Is that remorse is that spearmanship/swordsmanship of yours? His flesh, so spotless, I see, one who wades through corpses, yet walks away untouched. How quaint, it seems tempting and yet remains a fate I would wish upon no warrior. To be so close to men, yet so far removed from humanity. A beast with iron skin who waded through the battlefield alone, lived alone, and died alone, truly a cursed life (drinks).
Vlad the 3rd: That blood, how thick it runs, then that is your method of ruling. No matter, it is not I who has the right to proclaim judgement upon thee, may history run its course. The victors will be proclaimed as righteous, the defeated as cowards, that is the world’s way. Yet if you would reject the judgements the world has made upon thee, the draw your blade and declare war, for to fight against what you are named as, is to seek to overturn the judgement of the world, and only one who rules the world may do such. Tell me are you ready to draw sword against the earth itself?
Gilgamesh: Hm, yes, a conqueror among conquerors, such strength is befitting of one who would rule the world. May any who seek his throne or question his judgement be forced to do such at the cost of overturning his right, overturning the power he has accumulated, the wisdom he has gathered. But, heed this warning, O King who reigns supreme, as ruler it is your right to rule and judge all, yet is also your shackle. Your duty remains to stand and fight against any who would challenge your judgement, or who would challenge the life of humanity, for without subjects what is your kingdom but an empty globe inhabited by beasts?